I’m confused, I don’t know if it’s already over.

Or I’m just being silly.

But the part of me which so desperately wants to protect myself from being hurt again urges me to believe that it’s over.

I can forget about it, about everything  now… It wasn’t meant to be I guess? It’s okay,  I feel hurt and sad but it’ll be no different from the other times and soon I’ll be okay again! And so now I don’t need to worry about what my dad will say, or stress my mom out.

Sigh but i’m sad